After allowing Doreen to precede him through the door, Harry entered and closed the door to his apartment behind himself.
Wearily, he crossed the room before dropping heavily onto the couch. He was tired; the trip across the Atlantic on the quinjet, while faster than it would have been on a normal aircraft, was still incredibly long. How he wished that they could have taken a portkey. Obviously, he was out of practice at long distance travel. It really didn't seem that long ago that he was still travelling the world, taking plane rides with such regularity that they seemed mundane.
The worst part about the long quinjet ride was the fact that it was impossible to sleep on those bucket seats. And, while the dinner with everyone at the Tower was great, it had simply prolonged the time until they arrived home.
Sensing a presence standing nearby, Harry opened his eyes. Seeing Doreen staring expectantly at him, he quirked an eyebrow before comprehension dawned.
Tipping himself slightly to one side, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of bags that wouldn't look out of place in a doll's house. After placing them on the seat beside him, he channelled his magic as he lightly touched each one with the tip of his finger, cancelling the shrinking charm and returning them to their normal size.
"Thanks, Harry," Doreen said as she picked up her bag before skipping away in the direction of her room.
He was just in the process of convincing himself that he should get up and head towards his own room and bed when an unexpected vibration from his pocket startled him. Adrenaline coursing through his body snapped his eyes wide and sent his heart racing. Even when he realised that it was simply his mobile, he didn't settle back down.
"Hello?" he said after fishing it out.
"Hey, you," a voice he vaguely recognised replied. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
The extra sentence was enough for him to place the identity of the female voice on the other end of the call.
"Skye? No, no you didn't wake me. Not long got home, actually," he replied.
"Cool. 'Cause I would've felt bad if I did. So, uh, just thought that I should check that I programmed in my number right," she said.
Quickly removing the mobile from his ear, Harry looked at the screen to see that it did, indeed, say that the caller was 'Skye'.
"Nope, all good," Harry replied. "I'm guessing it's not the middle of the night where you are?"
"Nah," there was a slight pause then. "Apparently, I'm not allowed to tell anyone I call what time it is where I am; security reasons or some such. Sorry."
"It's okay, I understand," Harry replied. "Before I forget, I'm supposed to ask you to pass on a message."
"Okay? Who to?"
"Agent Coulson," Harry replied.
"AC? No problem. What's the message?" Skye asked.
"If you could tell Phil that he's invited to Avengers Tower, preferably sometime soon. There's a couple of people that would like the chance to talk with him some more," he said.
"I get that, clear the air sort of thing after the not-dying thing," Skye said. "I can pass that on, provided the invite extends to me? I'd give anything to get a chance to talk to you lot properly, not to mention see Avengers Tower up close like."
"I think we can do that," Harry smiled. "Tell you what, I'll even give you a tour of the place personally."
"Deal," Skye replied quickly. "In all honesty, though, I've got no idea when that'll happen. HQ has got us hopping all over the globe on a moment's notice. I've already seen more of the world in my short time here than in the rest of my life combined."
"Sounds exciting. Got a favourite place you've visited?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Skye sighed, "but I'm probably not allowed to tell. Can't say I'm a fan of all this red tape."
"Know what that's like," Harry commiserated. Then, hearing the expectant silence on the other end of the phone, he elaborated. "I was a … magical policeman for a few years. The paperwork and red tape were some of the worst parts of the job."
"Sounds like you've got some stories," Skye said. "Do I get to hear some of them?"
"We could maybe do that, but I'm afraid that it won't be tonight, I'm beat," Harry apologised.
"I best let you get some shut eye then. Talk to you later?" she asked.
"Definitely. Good night, Skye," Harry said.
"Good morning, Harry," she replied and Harry could hear the smirk in her voice.
Feeling a little lighter after the conversation, Harry pushed himself from the couch, grabbed his bag and headed towards his room and bed.
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